Everything Must Go • Matt Morris

It began with an ashtray
thrown onto the lawn.
Wall hangings ensued–mirror,

sconces, a knock-off Seurat
in shards, frame & all.
A mahogany coffee

table joined the heap,
followed by lamps & matching
blue wing chairs that fairly flew

out the door. The couch
barely budged, but provided
time for reflection

about what to fill it with,
the emptiness still inside.


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Matt Morris has published in various magazines 
& anthologies. He lives on what remains of a f
arm on the side of a hill in the middle 
of nowhere with his schnauzer Barkley.